They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Thirty Six

Miley's POV

"Mile, please focus." Mom warned in a light tone, her southern twang laced through every word.

I snapped my head back to her. I furrowed my brows as I began to slide my fingers across the screen of my phone. "What's there to focus on?" I complained.

Mom shot me a glare and lifted up two neatly hanged dresses. "I asked you which do you like best?" She reminded as her hand flutter across the two material.

I eyed the two dresses hanging from mom's hand. One was a maroon tube dress with a sequined skirt. I stretched my hand to it and pinched the material between my fingers.

My eyes lit up to Mom who was smiling at the dress. "This one is pretty," She said. I squint my eyes at her and raised my brows. "Then you wear it," I suggested sarcastically.

Mom scoffed lightly before handing me a navy skin tight dress that had a one shoulder sleeve and a side cut. I looked at it carefully before darting my eyes to mom. She raised her eyebrows suggestively as she waited for my respond.

I leaned back on my seat and crossed my legs. I shook my head lightly "No to both," I said.

Mom sighed and chucked the dresses to the empty seat beside me. She placed both her hands on her hips and tilt her head to her side. "Then what are you going to wear?" She challenged and I stood up from my seat.

"Why are we picking out dresses anyway?" I protested before grabbing my phone from the seat and unlocking it.

"The met ball-"

"I went last year." I quickly cut her off.

"Oh, please Miley, you know you want to go." She teased before collecting the dresses and zipping them into a transparent cover.

I turned my head to her and smiled. I do want to go, even if the Met Ball is just an empty event where washed up and never even heard of and forever famous celebrities dress up and strut their way back and forth to show off their designer clothes.

But if this year I know Nick might be attending, then I'll do my best to impress him with whatever jaw dropping clothes Mom's going to suggest me to wear.

Something about seeing him in a tuxedo is just simply pleasurable, especially if he happened to wear bow ties instead of the regular ones.

I smiled to myself at the thought of me finding Nick in the crowd with his wide grin and his hands in his pockets wearing a formal suit and tie. He would walk closer to me past the sea of people and I would to find my way to him.

I would lift my heavy dress as I smiled back at him, I wouldn't care about the media and their paparazzi trying to take pictured of us. If it wasn't for mom I would've announced the news about us right away.

My thoughts flipped to Olivia and how Nick mentioned she was willing to put up a fake relationship with Nick in order to keep ours a secret. Part of me didn't believe it, and the other part just knew if she really was doing this its because she's going to ask for something in return in the end.

"Miley," Mom called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I snapped my head to her and opened my mouth. "Huh?" I mumbled.

"Do you wanna go?" She asked, but I bet she already knew the answer to that. I smiled and nodded. I do wanna go, even if it means mom is going to nag me about picking a dress in less than 2 seconds.

"That means you need a dress!" She reminded right on cue. I rolled my eyes and walked closer to her. "I'm not going to wear those," I said gesturing to the two dresses that mom had placed neatly on the chair.